Line Through The Night
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https://doi.org/10.7764/ESLA.62061Abstract
I was in the garden, the cellphone screen shining in my right hand. I read the message; I read it again, read it many times. It said the neighborhood church had collapsed and I should go and see it. Inside my house father insisted with the phones and mother had started to fill bottles with water. I went to the kitchen and told her I was going out and wasn’t coming back till the next day, and she said I was cruel, something she had been saying since many years ago, and I left.
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